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No I didn't go to the Chelsea Flower Show. I tried it once and found it far to expensive, crowded and overwhelming for me. Instead I went to Chelsea in Bloom and Belgravia in Bloom. A train to Victoria and then wandering the streets admiring and photographing to my hearts content.
My morning walk was round the harbour wall this morning and, being a lovely morning, it was busy with fishermen. I was talking to this guy about his bait which I think he said was lugworms. I asked if it was ok to take a photo of them and him and he talked about getting one to smile and then decided to show me the worms large teeth......... all a bit much first thing in the day.
When I took this shot I found separating the leaping girl from the background hotel quite challenging. In the end it was easier to use a posterize filter in post process. I'm not a lover of post processing but it did the job here.
The boardwalk was opened today, on time, by the Major of Brighton and Hove. Lovely bright, fluffy cloud weather for colour photography but gales force winds made sure nobody lingered.
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Brighton and Hove Council appear to have done a good job rehoming homeless people and rough sleepers through various lockdowns. Many I speak to now have permanent accommodation. Others were accommodated in hotels and hostels. Sadly some of the hostels gave them notice to move out last week and many are back of the streets. The Black Rock arches are filling up.
The usually crowded Piazza is deserted while Brighton is in lockdown.
This area under Brighton’s BA i360 is known as the Piazza. It was designed to be an area dedicated to the heritage of the West Pier, celebrating the piers unique personality and charm.
The twenty-four cast-iron columns now standing within The Piazza, east of the British Airways i360, were originally part of the substructure of the West Pier.
captured on the steps in front of mercat de l'olivar in palma, this image reveals a simple, intimate moment in the bustling heart of the city. three individuals, lost in their thoughts and enjoying a quick bite, embody the quiet pauses in our everyday life that often go unnoticed. the interplay of light and shadow highlights their contemplative expressions, creating a story told in whispers of calm amid the urban rush. the strong contrasts and subtle emotions evoke a sense of shared solitude, making this scene timeless and relatable.
One of the few remaining Victorian staircases from Madeira Drive to Marine Parade tagged from top to bottom by what can only be kids. A lot of it is chalk so will wash of in the rain.
The Brighton Festival launched today with the Children's Parade, after a two year break because of covid restrictions. The truly appropriate theme was rebuilding and hope, broken down into three subjects areas, rebuilding nature, homes and communities. The schools and children were invited to create large scale artworks and costumes, that explored ideas for children to learn together through making. They certainly did not disappoint.
The lighter shades on Baloo's fur were a rich chestnut brown. However the building site background was so colourful and busy that it distracted from the main subjects. Changing it to mono bought the focus back to Baloo and his owner.
I'm not sure I understand this protest:
Free Lulu the turtle who, it says on the pavement, is either 82 years old OR has spent 82 years in the Sea Life Centre. I've checked the life span of a sea turtle on the WWF site and it says they have been known to live for up to 50 years.
So how old is Lulu? And where on earth would they take her to spend her remaining years, if she has any, and how would she travel there? Moving Lulu anywhere would, I'm sure, be so traumatic for her that she could die of the shock or a heart attack .... which begs the question do turtles have heart attacks?
The chalk writing along the cliff path changes each day, more added or all washed away by the rain. But they all carry the same messages of positivity and appreciation.
I was walking along the harbour wall when I saw this large number of jet ski boats and one fishing about to leave the harbour.
The Inside Out Project is a city-wide celebration of Londoners by artist JR. The promotion materials say ‘that the project is transforming the capital’s streets, squares and buildings with spectacular outdoor photographic displays. Capturing the stories of Londoners during the UEFA EURO 2020 the project is creating a series of activations in five locations across London, including Granary Square’.
The Inside Out Project King’s Cross is an exhibition focussed on local people who are active in grassroots sport and use physical activity to improve their wellbeing.
On a trip to Kings Cross, London I took a series of images using parts of the Project as a backdrop. Granary Square has a huge exhibition of the portraits which lead the public through the relevant areas.
I believe this photographer was part of the project and photographing the portrait pavement to promote the exhibition and bring visitors to the area. I can’t see any other photographer carrying a large step ladder on a trip to London !
Cineworld in Brighton Marina showed its final films last night before closing down for the ‘foreseeable’ future. If only a crystal ball could show us what is ‘foreseeable’. Sadly over half the restaurants in the marina did not reopen after lockdown. Those that have reopened will struggle without the footfall from Cineworld.
The Brighton Festival launched today with the Children's Parade, after a two year break because of covid restrictions. The truly appropriate theme was rebuilding and hope, broken down into three subjects areas, rebuilding nature, homes and communities. The schools and children were invited to create large scale artworks and costumes, that explored ideas for children to learn together through making. They certainly did not disappoint.
A multiple exposure taken with my Nikon Zfc, it is my submission for day 3 of the 21 day photo challenge by Flickr
I brought one of my potted garden plants in to prune and found this beautiful skeleton leaf in with the dead leaves. I measured it and it was just less than 2.5 cm wide. When the light shone from behind it looked like a piece of gold jewellery.
in a shaft of harsh midday light, he emerges like a figure from a lost epic—wrapped in dust, framed by silence. each movement slow and deliberate, his presence slices through the stillness of the construction site. it is not just labor that you see, but rhythm, resilience, and the poetry of hands that shape cities.
Taken from the Battersea Power Station website:-
"World-renowned David Hockney has sprinkled some Christmas magic over Battersea Power Station, with a bespoke new piece of art! Drawn on his iPad, Hockney's 10 minute animation, Bigger Christmas Tree, transforms the iconic façade into two magical Christmas trees overlooking the Thames."
in the hidden corners of the city, where light meets shadow, a lone figure strides with purpose. the bright red of a bandana punctuates the deep contrast of concrete and darkness, a bold statement against a canvas of muted grays and blacks. from above, the perspective shifts — a solitary silhouette caught in a moment of transition, moving from the shadows into the light, or perhaps the other way around. the ground beneath, textured and weathered, tells stories of countless steps, of journeys untold. the sharp geometry of shadows cuts through the scene, creating a sense of tension and mystery. it’s a fleeting glimpse of urban solitude, a dance between movement and stillness, light and dark, captured in a moment that invites contemplation.
I got off the bus early on my way to Ace Café Reunion so I could pop into the charity shop. There I met John and Jayne and a group of other rockers, doing their own charity shopping. Quite a surprise but I took the opportunity to capture this photo.
Beautiful rainbows across Brighton and the marina yesterday and I missed them ;-(( Today we've just had icy fog.
he walked past without knowing she left herself behind. the reflection didn’t mimic, it observed. two versions of one woman — one moving, one watching. shadows on the wall like roots of thought. nothing more than light, glass, and timing. but something in her step said: i’ve been here before.
she sat there, hands clasped, in the quiet hum of neon and noise. âpart time saints, full time rebelsâ glared from the wall like a dare. outside, valencia buzzed in the evening light, but inside, the air sat heavy. the graffiti whispered stories no one cared to tell. a lampâs glow softened the edges, but it was the blue light that owned the room.
I got the bus into town today with the intention of walking home taking photos along the seafront. But when I got off the bus at the station I found myself at the front of a protest march against everything the WHO, the world scientific and medical advisors and our government are doing with regard to the coronavirus. I was quite taken back by such strong views on the subject and the belief that Covid is a hoax.